03-02-2010, 06:30 PM
Some people who work for a living are gone all day, like us. Some people who work for a living have their schedules dictated by the weather. Some people who apparently don't work for a living spend their days hating those who do. Except the police, of course. Those people who don't have a life do all they can to be sure the police have job security by providing work volume. Now, there's a conscientious citizen.
Last year, this super vigilant neighborhood watcher was afraid we might not have thought to get a permit for the addition on the back of our house. So, they called, not the permit office for the city, but the police. Said police didn't call the permit office; they came with lights blazing, and guns in their belts to find out if we'd commited a felonious ladder climb. I'm sure everyone, but us, was disapointed to be presented with a valid building permit.
Our roof has been being replaced. They actually got the whole thing off and replaced on Monday, but it started raining before they could get all the trash and tools up. Today was impossible because it rained and sleeted all day. I'm not sure why the dumpster the roofing company rented was on the edge of the street because we had moved our vehicles from the driveway, but there it sat for two entire days. Nothing for it but to call the police. I'm sure that was wiser than calling the room addition criminals because we might be armed.
Nelson says he has no idea how long our finest had been parked in front of the house before he got home. He stopped in the street when he saw the car because he was afraid there had been an accident, fire, break-in, or something else that would have endangered our animals. (Yes, that's what we think of first.) The officer asked if Nelson had any idea who the dumpster belonged to. Nelson, respectfully, answered that his best guess was that it belonged to the company whose name and phone number was plastered on all four sides of the container. Officer wants to know if Nelson has any idea why it's in front of our house. Nelson ventures another guess that it might have something to do with the trash in the front yard, the roofer's sign, and the pile of shingles in the dumpster. It has to be moved. Now. Nelson said they might want to call one of the numbers on the signs and give them a chance to rectify the issue. Nope. Too late. The box has no reflectors and is a hazard. So, instead of calling a company who has the correct equipment to move the thing, the police have a wrecker come and block our drive while they drag it off, accompanied by more flashing lights.
I want to move. This is my first experience living in a subdivision. Before, I only lived on private, criminal friendly, land. I'm no longer any safer at home than I am at work. Oh, wait. We're the criminals. I forget that, sometimes.
Is it any wonder that I only have one place to come and complain? But, beware: if you turn me in I'm running away from the forum, too.
janilee
Last year, this super vigilant neighborhood watcher was afraid we might not have thought to get a permit for the addition on the back of our house. So, they called, not the permit office for the city, but the police. Said police didn't call the permit office; they came with lights blazing, and guns in their belts to find out if we'd commited a felonious ladder climb. I'm sure everyone, but us, was disapointed to be presented with a valid building permit.
Our roof has been being replaced. They actually got the whole thing off and replaced on Monday, but it started raining before they could get all the trash and tools up. Today was impossible because it rained and sleeted all day. I'm not sure why the dumpster the roofing company rented was on the edge of the street because we had moved our vehicles from the driveway, but there it sat for two entire days. Nothing for it but to call the police. I'm sure that was wiser than calling the room addition criminals because we might be armed.
Nelson says he has no idea how long our finest had been parked in front of the house before he got home. He stopped in the street when he saw the car because he was afraid there had been an accident, fire, break-in, or something else that would have endangered our animals. (Yes, that's what we think of first.) The officer asked if Nelson had any idea who the dumpster belonged to. Nelson, respectfully, answered that his best guess was that it belonged to the company whose name and phone number was plastered on all four sides of the container. Officer wants to know if Nelson has any idea why it's in front of our house. Nelson ventures another guess that it might have something to do with the trash in the front yard, the roofer's sign, and the pile of shingles in the dumpster. It has to be moved. Now. Nelson said they might want to call one of the numbers on the signs and give them a chance to rectify the issue. Nope. Too late. The box has no reflectors and is a hazard. So, instead of calling a company who has the correct equipment to move the thing, the police have a wrecker come and block our drive while they drag it off, accompanied by more flashing lights.
I want to move. This is my first experience living in a subdivision. Before, I only lived on private, criminal friendly, land. I'm no longer any safer at home than I am at work. Oh, wait. We're the criminals. I forget that, sometimes.
Is it any wonder that I only have one place to come and complain? But, beware: if you turn me in I'm running away from the forum, too.
janilee
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